Bloom*

well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
serious as a star when only one star can be seen

yet I am the one left looking,
hearing your footfalls as they fade

I am the one who always waits, and you,
one of many who has found me by mistake

returning next to my dwelling
which I must destroy, in order to rebuild

this being the nature of everything

that which goes is always going, and
that which stays will always stay

so why, then, am I always so eager to change
irreverent love, which has no heart?

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* 1. a flower, opening
2. a woman, stunning
3. a powder found on fresh fruits
4. a full, bright sound